I want you to stop for a moment, right there where you're sitting still and take notice of your breathing. Just then, yes I took control of you. just like hating another person in the twilight, before that word meant something other than nighttime. I need to you look at me, look deep at me. Look down my soul and into the streets where I was raised.
Streetlight madness screaming down midnight cold air, with a hoodie being pulled open by the wind in a stupid rage.
Bald headed tattoo armored bully who beats women, find him on my graffiti tattooed streets and show him the orgasmic crashes of baseball bat carving swishes in the air.
Wet.
Smacking.
Like fucking in deep pillows, wet. Smacking, wouldn't you? Feel the massive force of driving a fleshy waiter into kitchens of birth. Dinner is served, did you forget you were breathing as I told you to?
I don't ask questions, I state the obvious in satirical puns that debase the ill informed and make everyone in tight jeans, laugh before talking out of the coffee house, looking for their keys in parking spot tag. You can see my handy work on the street corners, in orange halos over the prostitutes, fishnet stockings on middle aged men who suck cock for another hit. I don't miss the freak kingdom, I miss the familiarity of asking directions from men who dress like caricatures of their mother's before daddy made their little sister.
The sister they should have been before walking in on midnight dances for lack of a better word.
You are still breathing according to my plans.
Kill the weak, eat their flesh. The Freak Kingdom devours the young of a thousand goats and still has hunger for more. Midwestern girls with stars in their eyes, searching for validation from the Televison gods will suck cock after losing their phone cards.
Make it big, sell it high. Get it high, everyone is doing it to get the dream that they tell you want from the day you are born. Born into the Freak Kingdom where little dreams give you big roads to walk, where you find willing flesh to be sold in the meat market of the media.
Take a deep breath because you are still alive.
Acting in the small play, the recital, make it big, have an apartment in silverlake, everyone is moving to Echo park, Echo park is so four years ago. Feel the pulse, move away from the city. Move back in. Be as deranged as you'd like and remember that serial killer will cut off your arms and let you run naked down the highway so you can't sign your contracts once you're done sucking uncut penis for your rent money.
Just this once, only this month, before things start to pick up. Remember to cake the makeup so no one remembers what you used to look like when you were a human being. Remember that the Freak Kingdom devours the young and uses them for girl on girl on girl on girl on pigs that live on excrement.
This time I want you to blink.
You are allowed to stop reading this now.
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